It must have been after one or two in the morning when I woke up. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was darker than it should have been. I was just lying there, enjoying the aftereffects when my girlfriend inched on top of me. She took her panties out of my hand and put them over my head, the damp, smelly crotch over my nose. My mother was riding my cock, bouncing up and down, her breasts heaving with the effort. For the first time since I was a kid, I held my mother's tits. I heard mom gasp and start to moan when I pinched them. I don't to this day know how I managed to keep from cumming. Hot animal lust that had been building up over the previous weeks. I relaxed and lay on top of mom for several minutes, the weight of my body flattening her breasts. I still think about her and other women who remind me of my own mother.

Now that I was awake, no television, no computer, no nothing. Still couldn't see anything but I felt someone moving in the room. Between the clock radio and the light coming in from the window from the street, there was enough light to see. My sister was still chattering away to anyone who would listen, me. Bending her head, she started masturbating me with her mouth. I don't know how long we laid together like that, it seemed like hours, but it couldn't have been that long, I rolled over to let mom get up.

My mother has been living with us for the past year and a half.

It was not the first time that we were going on vacation together, we did it almost every year.In fact, with the aid of a walker, Mummy strides up and down the halls in her care center — sometimes for hours.When she is walking the halls, Mummy often appears to have a purpose and a destination in mind. Up close, it is immediately apparent Mummy is locked into a prison from which there is no parole.It was one of those nights when things just seemed to happen for no reason. Next thing I knew, that someone was getting into my bed with me. When I felt a hand gently grabbing my cock, I figured the night wasn't turning out so bad after all. Mom had enough sense to stay quiet, but the look in her eyes was pure shock and panic. "Your father." "And I thought you were Janice." I said. I could see her bobbing her head up and down, and she stopped. Mom picked up her panties and nightie and walked to my bedroom door. You told he story like you perceived your son would.Mom and dad were out at a party, my kid sister was having a sleep over in the basement, and I lost a few bucks on a basketball game. When I felt a hot wet mouth sucking on my rock hard cock, I knew it was not such a bad night. I tried to hold off cumming as long as I could but I finally shot my load. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and she inched herself up on top of me like she had once before. For a brief instance, I couldn't believe what was happening. Mom was gripping the sheets and thrashing her head from side to side. I saw mom cover her mouth with her hands to muffle her cries as her orgasm enveloped her. I plunged into her pussy one last time and filled her hole with strands of hot stick cum. Maybe you wanted to say what you think a younger man would say. I tended to be submissive then aggressive towards an older woman I had sexual relations with for 10 years.